#TOKYO LUCKY HOLE

[sowhatifiliveinfukuoka]

荒木 経惟

Tokyo Lucky Hole (1990)

#荒木 経惟 #NOBUYOSHI ARAKI #TOKYO LUCKY HOLE

[athorino]

#Tokyo Lucky Hole #nobuyoshi araki #athorino #cita #sexy

[hiki1komori]

Araki Tokyo Lucky Hole

Taschen

#nobuyoshi araki #tokyo lucky hole #taschen

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Accidentally calling you ‘daddy’ - Tokyo Rev Headcannons pt. 1

Mikey

It happened when Mikey was deep in subspace, eyes rolled to the back of his head while you slammed into him sharply

He hadn't said much in a while, mostly sobs and broken moans coming from him until one particular thrust hit his prostate and a dry orgasm hit him

“Daddy!” He said breathlessly, back arched impossibly high off of the bed as the title fell from his lips

Genuinely doesn't remember saying it. Most of the stuff he says goes unremembered when he's that deep in subspace anyways

You could probably convince him to call you that more often if you condition him to do so

If he wants to cum from now on he has to call you daddy. And as long as you're dicking him down to his liking, Mikey doesn't really have a problem with this

Chifuyu

“It just...slipped out, all right? It's not a big deal...” He says with a deep crimson spreading through his whole face. Your wide-eyed stare turning predatory as you thrust into him roughly

It was a happy accident really. One that turned you into a fucking animal in heat based on how rough you were being now

Chifuyu has no time to be embarrassed right now while you're drilling into his wet hole

“Say it again. Daddy liked that a lot~ ” You growled, tugging at his fluffy hair while your teeth grazed his neck

“Oh fuck... aaahh daddy!! C-cumming—!! ”

Kazutora

Utters an “Ooohh daddy...” while you're fucking him from behind

Kazutora quickly realizes what he just said and becomes super apologetic! Looking like he's on the verge of tears because he's afraid that he had upset you somehow...

“Shh it's alright, I'm not upset. That was kinda hot, Tora.” You said, smirking at your sweet boy. “Won't you say it again for me?”

His breath hitched at your gentle request, nodding as he swallowed dryly

You picked up the pace again, sliding your cock in and out until Kazutora moaned out, “Mmm daddy...harder...”

Kisaki

Oh god he's embarrassed... legitimately starts sweating when the realization hits him...

The feeling of your fat cock hitting so deep inside of him must've had him really worked up, because without thinking Kisaki shouted “Ah! Daddy! Yes right there–!! ”

Within the next few seconds you paused, still buried inside of him, and his eyes shot open, stuttering an explanation

“W-wait I didn't...di-didn't mean that...I just...”

“It's alright. Daddy really liked that.” You purred, snapping your hips into his as punctuation. “Can you feel how much daddy liked that, Tetta? ”

Hanma

Shuji's slender legs crossed behind you, pushing your dick even deeper inside of him, repeatedly hitting his prostate at this new angle

It was then that he babbled out exclamations and curses, and a mindless “Fuck me daddy...yeah, oh god–!! ” slipped off the tongue

You slowed down, blinking down at your sweetheart in surprise

Shuji opened his eyes and panted, “Oh shit... didn't mean for that to come out...”

Exhaling a laugh, you leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Well lucky you, daddy's into that. Say it again. Louder, yeah?”

He bit his lip, wrapping his arms around your neck as you began pounding into him again

“Shiiitt right there...please daddy it feels so good~ ”

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[darlingbabyboo]

hiii! (^o^)/

Dunno if your requests are open but if they are, would you mind sharing some of your hcs of what dating Souya would be like?

(Btw your writing stye is like so nice it's like sunbeams peaking out on a cloudy day, warm and enchanting to look at! ((o(*>ω<*)o)) )

'My Adorable Angry Boy...'

Summary: so what's it like dating one of the famed Kawata twins?

Notes: Requests are always open! And this is so nice 😭 Being compared to sun beams is such an honour omg!!!

Okay, so first we have to get into how you two first started dating

So how did your great love story begin?

Incredibly awkwardly to be honest

You two attended the same school but Angry had absolutely no idea how to confess to you

So he would just watch from his seat, not aware of how he's burning holes through your head

He cares, really, he's just a little stupid

Smiley is the one that really started the relationship

He was tired of how awkward y'all were and was just like, if I don't do it, no one will

"Listen, he doesn't hate you, he's a dumbass who doesn't know how to confess."

"W-What???" You look at the boy who's been burning holes through your head, the new information barely sinking in. Angry spares a small glance at you, before turning red and glaring at his brother.

"Smiley!" He exclaims.

The orange-haired gremlin only smiles wider, "you'll thank me for this later."

Everyone say thank you Smiley

After the awkwardness at first, you two do form a beautiful relationship

Angry is actually the sweetest boyfriend ever though

He's considerate in a way you would not believe

He will remember everything about you, making sure that you're always number 1

Don't worry if everyone else has forgotten about your birthday, Angry already got your back

"Souya, you didn't have to do all this!" You cover your mouth as you see your house completely transformed, streamers, banners, and everything bedazzled to the highest degree. In the middle, he sits on the table, with a homemade cake. Your eyes start to tear up "thank you so much."

Your boyfriend looks off to the side, the compliment making him turn red. "It's no problem, it's what you deserve."

And even if he's on the shyer side (especially compared to his brother), he won't be afraid of speaking up for you

If someone is bothering you, he won't be afraid to grab his brother and roll up to their house

It pays to have a delinquent boyfriend sometimes

"What's wrong with- hey!"

"This the asshole?" Smiley questions, fist crumpling around his collar.

Angry nods and narrows his eyes, "it's him."

The asshole holds up his hand, "hey, I don't know what you think I did, but I promise that you got the wrong guy."

Angry shakes his head, "no, I think I'm looking at the right guy." He sneers and cracks his knuckles, "this will teach you for harassing my girl."

He will not let anyone mess with his baby

Nicknames- I feel like Angry would be into soft/sophisticated, things like darling, honey, sweetheart

He's also a little insecure though, so be patient with him

He loves his brother more than anything but he also has to live in his shadow constantly, and sometimes it can sting.

"Souya, hun, are you okay?"

All the words he wants to say die on his tongue, only able to shake his head.

"Don't worry Souya, I won't leave you." You crawl into his lap, curling around him. He embraces you, sinking his head into your shoulders.

It's all he needs right now.

Angry is one of the sweetest guys in Tokyo Revengers, and anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend.

Can we share?

#angry x reader #angry kawata x reader #souya x reader #souya kawata x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers angst

[zegalba]

荒木 経惟 Tokyo Lucky Hole (1990)

#japan #tokyo #荒木 経惟 #city #black and white #photography #1990

[nobuyoshiaraki]

荒木経惟 Nobuyoshi ARAKI

『東京ラッキーホール』Tokyo Lucky Hole 1990

#photography #portrait #art #b&w #nobuyoshi araki #荒木経惟

[beewolfwrites]

i totally get that i tried not to watch it all at once too but failed epically 💔 anyway i really love the way you write chishiya’s thoughts and point of view so i was thinking something post-series where he finds the reader again, like their version arisu/usagi reuniting and the deja vu they feel !

Helooo! It was difficult writing this one because I don't want to encroach on the ending to my fic. So I had to make a completely different reunion instead.

I think it's funny though. When the characters don't remember each other in the series, it's tragic. But when it's a romantic pair who don't remember each other, but they each seem familiar, somehow it's sort of romantic. In a tragic way.

Anyway, let me know if you want a part 2!

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One minute. 

That was all it took for the axis of your world to tilt, changing forever. 

The world had never been so lively, and yet so empty. It had only been one week since the meteor’s impact, and even in that short time, the communities across Tokyo’s 23 wards had banded together, rebuilding businesses and homes, donating to charities who cleared rubble and funded survivors’ treatments, taking in children who had been left orphaned. 

But the wreckage still remained in plain sight. Not just in the demolished sectors of Shibuya, but in your heart. This emptiness. Like a constant shiver, even the warmth of the sun wasn’t enough to drive out this hollowness. You had suffered cardiac arrest for just sixty seconds, but it felt as though you had been gone for weeks. 

Months, even. 

Trapped, suffering somewhere else in a faraway land. 

And now that you were back, nothing was the same. Your arm was still almost unusable, and would be until your scheduled surgery to repair the nerve damage. But that didn’t bother you. Your injuries were simply collateral damage. There was something else missing - a hole in your life carved out like the crater on the other side of the city. 

And that’s why you found yourself here, sitting in a stuffy meeting room in the hospital. The chairs were arranged in a perfect circle, and written on a whiteboard, the words ‘Meteor Crisis Trauma Recovery Programme’ just felt patronising. Aside from yourself, nobody else had arrived yet. 

You were so bored sitting here alone, and the room was too warm, too humid. A bead of sweat trickled down the back of your neck, but the thought of relaxing by a pool in a swimsuit felt oddly uncomfortable. 

When will everyone else get here?

Playing with the gauze material of your sling, you jumped when the door finally opened, revealing a patient you had never seen before. A man in a wheelchair with shoulder length blond hair. Was it blond or silver? A strange mixture of both. A nurse held the door open for him as he wheeled himself into the room, before allowing the door to shut softly behind him. He looked at the writing on the whiteboard, scrutinising it with a lazy curiosity. 

And then your eyes met. 

There was a flicker in your chest. A memory. Of something strange? Blood trickling from a bullet wound… foliage so overgrown it was winding around the bodies of cars… distant gunshots from out in the city… a hotel, burning like an inferno against the night sky. 

This couldn’t be right. They weren’t your memories. 

You played with the strap of your bag, avoiding his gaze. But the mysterious man wheeled up into the space directly across from yours, and it became harder to ignore him. 

‘I’m assuming I’m in the right room.’ 

His voice was deep, a little husky with tiredness, and strangely familiar though you had never heard it before. 

‘If you’re here for the trauma group,’ you said. 

‘Your arm?’ 

‘Ah… yeah. I got stuck under bricks.’ 

He didn’t have any visible injuries that I could see, but then he tilted his head and a bandage could be seen peeking through the collar of his blue hospital gown. ‘Pierced by two building rods,’ he said. 

‘Ouch. You’re lucky you lived.’ A thought suddenly occurred to you. ‘Did you also go into cardiac arrest?’ 

‘One minute.’

‘So you too, huh?’ You mulled it over, the strangeness of all this. ‘Do you think it’s really possible? What are the chances of this many people suffering a one minute cardiac arrest at the same time?’ 

‘It’s possible,’ he said, ‘because it happened.’ 

You looked at him closer, less wary of him now. But those strange memories still persisted, haunting the recesses of your mind behind a thick wall of fog. From the darker roots of his hair, to the mole under his eye, the slight smirk playing on his lips. It was like running into an old friend, but you definitely hadn’t met before. 

‘Chishiya,’ he said. 

That’s his name?

You introduced yourself too, and quickly dismissed the writing on the whiteboard. ‘I’m not actually traumatised. I got peer pressured into being here by my nurse.’ 

He half-smiled. ‘I’m here to escape the guy in the next bed over. His coughing is getting annoying.’ 

Maybe Chishiya also felt the way you did. Maybe he also felt this strange familiarity. You opened your mouth to ask, but then the door opened and several others entered the room, followed by the hospital staff member running the session. 

It was the same people every time; a man with a patch over one eye - the eye he lost… a teenage girl who had lost her leg, also in a wheelchair… a woman who suffered burns across her body, but who was really here after losing her baby… another woman with long, beautiful braids… A couple of the others were new faces you had never seen. 

The session began the way it always did, going around the circle and stating something you’re grateful for. More often than not, people just gave up thinking and replied with ‘my life’. When it came to your turn, you answered with ‘family’. Similar responses echoed around the room, until it came to Chishiya’s turn. 

‘The peace and quiet,’ he said, without hesitation. 

You snickered, trying to hold back your smile. The group leader smiled in confusion, as did most people, but Chishiya’s eyes met yours across the circle, sharing in your amusement. 

The rest of the session was a snoozefest, and in truth it was all very difficult to listen to. Uou were grateful when it ended and everyone stood to leave. Aside from Chishiya, of course. Gathering your things, you slung your bag onto your uninjured shoulder as best you could. However, as you made to leave, you realised that Chishiya was waiting for everyone else to vacate the room first… yourself included. You stopped in front of his chair. 

‘I’d offer to push you, but, you know.’ You gestured to your sling. 

He smirked. ‘If you want to help, you could hold the door open.’ 

And because he asked so nicely, you did. He wheeled himself out into the corridor and you followed behind. Neither of you had asked where the other was going, but you silently followed Chishiya, presumably back to his room. If he minded, he didn’t say anything. 

Maybe, on second thought, this was the perfect time to say something. 

‘Hey, can I ask you a question about the meteor incident?’

He didn’t reply, but you could tell he was listening. 

‘After I woke up, everything felt strange. It still does. Like I’ve spent weeks in a different place, but I can’t remember where I’ve been all this time. And sometimes I remember random things that don’t make sense. The colour red scares me, and I keep finding scars but I can’t remember what caused them. And fireworks… I remember seeing fireworks, but they were fireworks right across Toyko. Everywhere.’ I didn’t tell him about what I’d remembered after seeing him. ‘Have you felt anything similar? Has anything changed since you woke up?’ 

He hummed. ‘That’s two questions.’

‘Please just tell me I’m not going crazy.’

His eyes narrowed. ‘You’re not. After I woke up, I realised I was wasting my life. I remember strange things too… like lasers.’ 

Lasers! Lasers are red.

It was an oddly specific thing to remember, but so was grass and leaves growing over cars. Were they just figments of your imagination? After-effects of cardiac arrest? The two of you slowly made your way through the hospital, bypassing physicians and nurses who marched around, trying to manage the new influx of patients after the accident. Eventually, Chishiya came to a stop by a door. 

The door to his hospital room. 

He looked at you slyly. ‘Are you going to follow me inside too?’  

‘No! Of course not.’ You instinctively took a step back. ‘I actually wanted to ask you something else. You seem really familiar, but I can’t remember where I might have met you.’ 

He tilted his head. ‘That wasn’t a question.’ 

‘No, but would you consider meeting up one day? Maybe when you’re discharged from this place. I think… I think I remember lasers too.’ 

He mulled over the offer with a face that betrayed nothing. ‘Can you play chess?’ 

Chess?

‘Yeah, but I’m not very good.’

‘It doesn’t matter,’ he said. ‘Come back tomorrow and bring a chess board. It’s boring staring out of the window.’ 

Something shifed in your chest, a spark of excitement, and for one split second that emptiness had lifted. You beamed, unable to hold back your joy. ‘I’ll be there!’ 

Chishiya regarded you with skepticism. ‘I don’t see why you’re so excited, you haven’t met my roommate yet.’ 

As if summoned, a brash slur sounded from behind the closed door. ‘Oi! Nurse Lady, aren’t you going to change my bandages or what?’ 

Inside, there was a female shriek, and the door swiftly opened as a startled nurse hurried out. You shied away, unnerved already. What kind of weirdo was Chishiya rooming with, anyway? You didn’t relish the thought of meeting this guy, especially if he was willing to treat a nurse that way. However, Chishiya was unfazed by what we had just witnessed. 

‘Does that happen a lot?’ 

‘Unfortunately,’ he huffed. ‘I wouldn’t look so worried. He’s bedridden with burns, so he’s all talk.’ 

‘If you say so,’ you mumbled, eyeing the door warily. You didn’t like the idea of meeting this mysterious roommate, but you wanted - no, you needed - to figure out what these memories meant.

Promising to bring a chessboard next time, you parted ways with Chishiya. As you walked away, you were exquisitely aware of his eyes following you, and deep down, you know he felt it too. This magnetic pull between you. 

But what did it mean?

#alice in borderland #aib #chishiya #chishiya x reader #imawa no kuni no arisu

[lunawings]

So for the past few years I've had two reoccurring nightmares.

One of them is that I have to teach but I have no lesson plans. (I have not been a teacher in a long time.)

The other one is I'm somehow in Japan unplanned and I've forgotten all my arcade stuff.

(I remember one specific one where I was in a tall circular arcade with machines on different steps and... man I wish I could take pictures of all the liminal spaces my mind invents. Anyway.)

So, as far as I know, the only idol arcade games I might be able to play in Japan in March (if ANY) are PriPara (I think Prism Stones are still running machines?), Pretty Rhythm (if the Tokyo Prism Stone's machine isn't broken?) and PriMagi (if I'm lucky and manage to find one with cards that hasn't been removed yet?). Hopefully I can find and play at least one of those three.

And yet.

I'm having a hard time convincing myself to leave my PriChan and Aikatsu IDs behind. I just miss PriChan terribly and I mean, I know Aikatsu is dead, and all the original shops have closed but...

What if I just fall down a hole and end up in front of an OG Aikatsu machine just like in my dreams!!?!

#would you believe on the original aikatsu IDs you could only save a certain amount of times #the card in the picture says 400 times #not sure what it has left (not that it matters) #boy im glad that's not a thing anymore #maybe because like credit cards they wear out after a while #but qr codes do not

[notaplacetohide]

荒木 経惟 Tokyo Lucky Hole (1990)

#nobuyoshi araki

[ipsen]

“““current””” wip

was tagged by @just-another-tokyo-ghoul-fan to share part of my ongoing wip! of which i have. many…

(narrator: ipsen just wasn’t the same after finishing blank canvas…)

i'll share some from my document lovingly titled "kaneki gets radicalized," which is just a fancy way of saying "root A but it's good." under the cut!

“‘Aogiri’s full of monsters. They’re all terrible. I’ll kill them all,’” Eto said, giggling. “What a peabrained perspective.”

Kaneki’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“So haughty; if you’d paid attention, you’d know Tatara already answered that question.” She spun around lightly, and it crossed his mind to attack her, but there was a sharpness to her turning that stayed his hand. “Well, whatever. This place is a decoy— a red herring for our favorite birds.”

The Doves. So Aogiri had a separate goal, but the question became: what could possibly be so important as to sacrifice all the ghouls here?

“Are you familiar with the Trojan War, Kaneki? It’s classic Greek mythos, covering the war on Troy by the Achaens. It ends—”

“It ends with the Trojan horse strategy, as described in the Aeneid by Virgil,” Kaneki interrupted. “What’s your point?”

She tilted her head at him. “So you do have a spine. Good. Yes, it ends with the Trojan horse.”

[etc etc]

“The 11th ward is the horse here, inviting all of these Doves into the safety of obtaining their next promotion. I hear their commander is rather excited about succeeding. Awful, really.”

[etc etc]

“Aogiri’s true goal is Cochlea.” Eto yanked him out of his mind. “Do you know what that is?”

He remained quiet.

“You don’t. Poor, ignorant Kaneki. So emotional, so irrational, so impulsive.” She giggled again. “It’s a ghoul prison. What do you think of prisons, Kaneki?”

“… They’re a place to lock bad people up.”

“That’s the intended purpose, but do keep in mind where we are.” He couldn’t see, but he felt her eyes were narrow as those black holes stared at him. “‘This world is wrong.’”

His fist tightened.

“A net can cover a wide area, but it’s just a net: a tool to be used. It doesn’t differentiate between ‘good’ and ‘bad’ like people can. Let’s put it this way: your friends at Anteiku—” she spat the word out— “if they were lucky, would get put into Cochlea with the right evidence, and then treated the same as Yamori was. Maybe worse.

“But I digress. The full brunt of Aogiri’s forces are there right now, freeing people who will fight.” She pressed the tips of her fingers together. “Aogiri fights for a world where ghouls can exist openly. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

On paper, maybe. But— “Why are you telling me this?”

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i have other things, but i've been sitting on this one for a bit. hopefully i can share more soon (this is a lie).

until then, i'll tag uhhhhhh @eltheabberation @desisailormoon and force them to write something out <3

#tokyo ghoul #eto yoshimura #ken kaneki #writing

[sowhatifiliveinfukuoka]

荒木 経惟

Tokyo Lucky Hole (1990)

#荒木 経惟 #NOBUYOSHI ARAKI #TOKYO LUCKY HOLE

[kindaorangey]

could you do a rundown explanation of your "chewsday innit" playlist, like you did for some others?

ough god okay.im a little drunk rn but i'll give you my best

pink + white - this is because jimmy cries after someone puts on frank ocean and this is literally one of the only frank ocean songs you could permissably play at a party

drew barrymore - WHY'S IT SO HARD TO ACCEPT THE PARTY IS OVERR. it's about giving up grand aspirations for what's easy/falling into your lap. is it warm enough for ya inside me do you really wanna love me or just wanna let me down.

lucky - pretty obvious this one: despite the comfort and security of wealth, celbrities still are miserable

give yourself a try - Thee reality check song. what are you doing? is it what the world expects of you? what other people expect of you? when did you last consider what you want to do with your life? why don't you do that?

tokyo - partially cuz the ark have a vlog series of their time in japan, partially cuz its about begging ur emotional baggage to stay in your past

XS - absorbing oneself in wealth and hedonism to fill the black hole inside

INDUSTRY BABY - the ark are industry babies. not quite to the extent that lil nas is but still.

DONT WANT IT - it just reads as an extremely bitter hype song. relying on ego and nothing else to keep yourself going

party monster - it's about substance abuse. and it has christian prayer mixed in with overindulgence in it.

circus - the feeling of being over-observed due to fame

love it if we made it - dancey dancey song about the world ending and believing yourself to be doomed!

worship - real love vs the love as worship

gimme more - circus again except youre leaning into it more

it's not living - it's about substance abuse!

los ageless - about the burning feeling you will die in your 20s.

applause - circus and gimme more except youre reliant on the people watching you

i like america & america likes me - A LITTLE BIT OF EVERYTHING ALL OF THE TIME IN HYPERPOP FORM. KIDS DONT WANT RIFLES THEY WANT SUPREME. IS THAT ON FIRE. AM I A LIAR. OH WILL THIS HELP ME LAY DOWN. MY SKIN IS FIRE. IT'S SO DESIRED. WOULD YOU PLEASE LISTEN.

love me - fun sexy bass-y absurdist song about beig on the receiving end of parasocial adoration

<3

#playlist #playlists #asks #anonymous #iwbft

[youandmedead]

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Warnings: Your average Tokyo Ghoul angst + Swearing + A bit of comfort

Requested by: No one

Synopsis: Reader comforts Touka after Ryouko’s unfortunate demise

Notes: I miss writing Tokyo Ghoul content so to all those reading, feel free to send in a request for some of the characters and I’ll see what I can do :)

Silence took over Anteiku’s foundations-pure,dead silence…out of respect for the lost. The shop was closed due to the unfortunate events that had taken place, therefore the usual cheer and tranquility that many brought alongside them was not present as of today.

The unfortunate demise of Miss Ryouko Fueguchi fuelled hatred and despair upon the workforce of the little cafe in the 20th ward, so much so that it subsequently sparked understandable rage and an overpowering thirst for revenge.

Touka was blinded by her overpowering emotions, with every right she had a reason to feel this way, she did what she felt was right. She had a desire to make the wrong-doers and poisonous hypocritical doves (that sparked unnecessary fear and fury towards innocent beings merely trying to survive) pay for their crimes among the virtuous and guilt free family known as the Fueguchis.

Touka knew what Hinami’s story felt like all too well seeing it happen to another who was so close to her made memories that she’d rather forget and leave in the murkiness of the past bubble within in her and mix corrosively with the inner turmoil of demons and burdens within her.

The 17 year old girl sat on her bed (legs held up to her chest) trying to configure a plan to ambush the doves who killed Hinami’s parents. She was so caught up in her thoughts, that she hardly realised the tears streaking down her porcelain skin nor did she realise she had a visitor standing in her doorway with a small sad smile gracing their lips. “You doing alright in here Touka? You’ve been holed up in here for a while now.”

Touka looked up from her lap and noticed the ever so familiar appearance of her significant other. “What do you think? Surely you must have taken the hint of me wanting to be left alone right?” She mockingly laughed.

Y/n walked into Touka’s bedroom and tried their best to smile. They crossed their arms and responded, “Yes I know you wanted to be alone but I grew worried…besides I know what you’re really like,” Touka’s glossy eyes met with y/n’s, “Mind if I sit?”

Hastily the 17 year old wiped away her tears and nodded, “Y-yeah.”

Y/n wrapped their arm around Touka’s body and Touka leaned into her partners touch, “You try to put on a brave face for everyone in here, especially Hinami…that girl is so lucky to have someone like you in her life y’know that?”

Y/n looked down at their girlfriend. Eyes filled with sadness, red and puffy, her face was stained with tears and arms littered with small and very faint crescents from where her finger nails gripped so harshly. Y/n rested their head on Touka’s shoulder and whispered, “I know how hard it is to see something so similar from your own past happen to someone else and I get it’s tough to contain all these emotions.”

“I-I just don’t get why it had to be them. They could kill any one of us that ruin the good ratio of us!” Tears began to form once more, “Why couldn’t it have been me? A killer like me doesn’t deserve to live.”

Y/n broke the embrace they gave Touka and placed one finger underneath her chin, tilting her head and signalling her to look up. They wiped the stray tears that were escaping her beautiful violet hues, “Darling please don’t speak of yourself as such…”

With that requested y/n rested their forehead upon Touka’s, “I’m pissed that those fuckers get away with killing ours all the time…that’s why I’m offering my help.”

Touka’s head shot up, “Huh?”

Nodding they replied, “You heard me.”

A smirk now played at their lips, “I want to make the bastards pay. I want to witness their cries of agony as I rip out their organs and feast on their flesh, I want them to see the sheer terror displayed among their faces. Sinners must be cleansed as they say…and I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”

Touka took a deep breath and nodded, “Finally someone who knows what the hell they’re talking about. Justice needs to be served.”

Nodding once more you got off of Touka’s bed and kissed her cheek, “Alright then it’s settled. We set up a trap, possibly something revolving around false information, for tomorrow and as soon as the sun sets it’s time to make those rotten sods pay!”

#Tokyo ghoul x reader #Tokyo ghoul #Touka Kirishima x gn reader #kaneki Ken #anteiku #ccg #angst #amon koutarou #kureo mado #hinami fueguchi #touka x reader

[deathnskulls]

Nobuyoshi Araki "Araki is one of the most prolific Japanese artists.Many of his photographs are erotic, straddling a line between art and pornography.Among his photography books are Sentimental Journey (1971), and Tokyo Lucky Hole (1990). Sentimental Journey "1972–1992" is a diary of life with his wife Yōko, who died of ovarian cancer in 1990. The first part of Sentimental Journey shows the couple embarking on married life—their honeymoon and sexual relations.Pictures taken during Yoko's last days were published in Winter Journey".

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[demonslayedher]

Taisho (Secret!) Visit to the Yuukaku~

While I’ve touched on this building briefly in this post and had fun recreating a few scenes from KnY’s second season, today I’d like to reintroduce Koriyama Machiya Monogatarikan (in Yamatokoriyama, Nara Prefecture) for what a detailed look it provides into life in a Taisho era brothel.

Yoshiwara, Tokyo’s pleasure quarters (yuukaku) in which the battle with Daki and Gyutaro took place, nowadays only has little reminders of what sort of place it was for centuries (and you can read about it here). Machiya Monogatarikan is one of the best-preserved buildings of its kind across Japan, including the master’s quarters and storehouse.

While this building is very enlightening about KnY’s setting, there are some key differences to note:

1. This building was completed in Taisho 13 (1924), nine years or so after the battle with Daki & Gyutaro would had taken place.

2. This used local yuukaku architectural styles and catered more to customers from Osaka as opposed to from Tokyo. A key difference is one of Yoshiwara’s signature design elements, the harimise, the 1st floor slatted windows in which women sit as products on display. Out here, the customer first entered the building, was shown a catalog of woman on the first floor, and then led upstairs. (Nowadays, rather than going to actual Yoshiwara area of Tokyo, you’d see a better example of these in TOEI Kyoto Studio Park where period dramas are filmed).

3. This is a 3-story building, a rarity among yuukaku. While it doesn’t have harimise, its koshi (slatted windows) have three different privacy styles on the different floors; a major characteristic of this particular building.

It ceased operations as a brothel in 1958, and instead of being torn down, the building was repurposed as a boarding house, and it was later adopted as the city’s cultural property in 2014. It has undergone restoration which protects against earthquake while retaining the original yuukaku aesthetics. Admission is free, we had a very enthusiastic old man as our guide, and with permission from the city office, this can be used as a cosplay location. Unfortunately, they only have information in Japanese. In this post, we’ll focus particularly on some lifestyle and business customs and where they took place within the building, albeit with a -touch- of creative embellishment.

First, let’s say you’re a customer. Lucky you! This place isn’t far from the train station, so you didn’t even have to wander far, it was a pretty straight shot from Osaka (or in modern day, from Kyoto or Nara City too). The guys at work were all talking about going together, but you weren’t invited, so you’ve come out early to beat them all to the best girl...

As you head in, someone sitting in the payment office will spot you through a hole in the window paper. There was also a window to this room where payments would be handled, like a modern ticket booth. Guests would be shown to the reception room with a window that faced the street, still very close to the main entrance, and shown the catalog and list of prices for the different ladies. That Kingyohime-oiran is pretty expensive, but you’ve heard she’s as sexy as they come, so let’s splurge today!

You get led up the wide staircase to the second floor. This staircase was used for going up, whereas the staircases at the sides were used for going down. You’re shown to the reception room to wait, this is a large room with nine tatami mats and big decorations on display. And behold, Kingyohime-oiran’s room is just on the other side! Seems an odd choice; while all the other rooms around this floor are three tatami and face windows to the east and north, her room is four and a half tatami mats and only connects to the hallways. No worries about it being dark without sunlight, though, electricity is already common in this time period. She opens the door and coos “Welcome” with a voice so enticing that you faint, and this part of the tour is now over.

Now let’s say you’re one of Kingyohime-oiran’s colleagues. Your room is one of the three tatami rooms on the third floor with a tiny decorative alcove (though the pillar of which would later be removed to make your room more spacious as a boarding facility). You have wide koshi which let in more natural daylight and provide a direct view of the gabled roofs of the temple next door, especially its onigawara, the tiles with oni faces meant to scare of evil. You hope this will protect you from rough customers.

Koifuyu-oiran is one of the highest ranked ladies, and she has the southeast corner room with four and a half mats. She comes down your side of the hall to knock and remind you it’s time to get ready, which you’re sluggish to do, but work is work and you have your family’s debts to pay off. You head down the hall and turn at the guests’ (that is, the men’s) toilet to head down to the second floor, and then pop into the narrow preparation room to do your makeup and oil your hair. There’s a lot of natural light there with three inome (boar’s eyes) windows to gaze out of. You’ve heard that these protective shapes are now call “hearts” and symbolize love. That’s nice, but you think they look more like butts. Same difference.

“Hisako,” the cheerful old cook downstairs calls up to you, and you can gaze down at her in the kitchen. “Do you want extra pickles?”

You smile. She doesn’t call you by your stage-name. You know that your personal name, like all the other girls, is on your cubby down in the kitchen where your dishes are kept. “No, thank you,” you reply, and then quickly finish up to make room for your colleagues to use the tiny preparation room. There’s no worries about Kingyohime-oiran needing it, though. She always has her hair done in her own dark room.

Before heading back up to your room, you glance down through the open space in the middle of the building at the nakaniwa, the inner garden. That gives you a view into the personal quarters of the Okami, the mistress of the establishment. She’s poured money into all styles of latticework and decorative elements of her living room constructed with enormous, valuable pieces of woods from a whole variety of trees, including an enju pillar. That pagoda tree’s name can be taken as a pun for longevity, en-ju, though you can’t help but wonder why the kanji for that tree includes the character for “demon.”  

You head back upstairs, glancing over to one of the rooms facing the south, right by the slope of another temple. There’s bars in these windows to keep customers from trying to escape without paying, but they’re not the only ones kept from climbing out. You return to your room and wait to be called to see your first customer of the night. It’ll be a long night, like they all are.

After a typical night of entertaining guests, you’re exhausted and ready for a bath. You and the other ladies are chaperoned out to the neighborhood bathhouse, though the Okami gets to stay and use a grand one with her family crest decorating the ceiling. The joke’s on her, though—with the ceiling so high, it’s much too cold to use, and she uses a closet-sized one instead! As the sun begins to rise behind all those other buildings down your street with similar slats, Koifuyu-oiran catches up to join you, and you wonder about Kingyohime-oiran. She’s never joined in on the group field trips to bathe. It’s something you do every day, so even if she’s often busy with customers, it’s odd that your times never would had overlapped.

You don’t want to ask about it, though. Everyone knows she has a short temper. Koifuyu-oiran asks if you’re feeling alright, as you’re looking pale.

It’s raining when you come back. You’re ready to catch some shut-eye while the building is at its quietest, albeit at its brightest. You can’t sleep at all, and so you throw your thickest blanket over the window, blocking out the light, but now you can’t air out the smell of your last customer and you feel a chill as you lie down. You shiver.

“A-a-a-a-ra... Cold, are we, Kamasuhana?” comes a voice in your room saying your stage-name, it’s like layers and layers of women’s echoes in each word. “Let’s wrap you up tight.”

You screa-----

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